The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 03:10:14 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold weeping that turned the gravel path of the reserve into a river of brown sludge, and I stood at the edge of the wire fence, my boots sinking into the mud with a sound that felt too loud, too final, in the silence of the overgrown pines. I was a man who had spent his life measuring the world in degrees of obedience and inches of...

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